Callin´ my number one Front row at your audience All these cameras and you still alone My phone is always on I´m always on, I´m always on
(I´ll be your groupie, baby) Aye, woah, woah, look
These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Fuckin´ with a nigga, love to take it too far You the one that they got up on mood board When I flick you from the back, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Aye, I know who you are I know who you are
Your face buried in silk I hop, I´m on top, I´m the king of the hill Ex wrapped around your finger, he wanna marry you still I´m talkin´ shit in your ear, you showin´ off in the mirror
I match your sex drive, I´m teachin´ you how to steer I put you in every gear, yeah I ask her do she love it, she said "Daddy, hell yeah" She deserve a tail number and a Telfar (For real) You don´t need a man, you need a manager, hold up You don´t need a man, you need a cameraman I´m not that nigga that you call that´s never answering These stupid niggas fumbling a real bitch, they can´t handle it Aye, Tesla truck, pickin´ it up Dickin´ her down, liftin´ her down She drop it again, it´s deluxe She a superstar chick, give her superstar dick Fuck around and have a superstar kid
Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Fuckin´ with a nigga, love to take it too far You the one that they got up on mood board When I flick you from the back, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Aye, I know who you are I know who you are
All she need´s a platform All she need is somebody who gon´ go to bat for her Soon as she leave the house, make her back for her Who gon´ hold that ass down and make her wanna clap for it Clap for it, and you the best at it
Sold out shows jumpin´ like a pep rally Girl, you poppin´, I´ma fuck you at the Met Gala We made a mess at it, aye And fuck these hatin´ ass bitches, hope they take it personal And you know they hate as long as the work flow Pieces, Scorpio, waters, I surf those Pussy fire, I might have to go no shirt mode And you blessed, I know Creflo and Kirk know You a superstar, just never go commercial Right stroke, left stroke, that´s the best stroke Death stroke, tongue all down your throat
You don´t ever happen to people like me You can be anywhere but you where you wanna be, yeah Shooting star in the limelight, my sweet thing I´d buy you this fuckin´ world
´Cause you love me for me
Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are I had to do it Straight, straight up You know who you was, I know who you are I know who you are I know who you are
Callin´ my number one Front row at your audience All these cameras and you still alone My phone is always on I´m always on, I´m always on